I screamed, face planting into the mud. Damien turned round, already starting to climb the wall. "No!" He roared, seeing me pinned to the floor. Rage bubbled in my stomach. I would not go down like this, not like my father, not like the other villagers who died here, trying to feed their families. The wall. The wall that separates the rich and the poor. The wall that separates the dying and the living. Anivana is fighting in up hill battle. Starve or survive. At only fifteen Anivana is illegally hunting over the wall. Getting caught is not an option. Getting caught will mean a slow, painful death. Get caught, and her little brother Elfie will starve.